Luyện nghe bài hát Mcalpines Fusiliers

As down the came McAlpine's men
With their slung behind them
in the pub they drank the sub
And up in the spike you'll find

They sweated blood and they washed mud
pints and quarts of beer
And now on the road again
With fusiliers

I stripped to the skin with Darky
Down upon the of Grain
With the Horseface Toole, sure I knew the
No if you stop for rain

McAlpine's God was a filled hod
Your shoulders cut to bits and
And woe to he who to for tea
McAlpine's fusiliers

I remember the day when the Bear
Fell into a stairs
What the Horseface said, when he found him
Well, it wasn't the rich call prayers

I'm a short was the one retort
That reached unto my
When the going is rough, you must be tough
With fusiliers

I've worked the sweat when it had me bet
Russians, Czechs and Poles
On shuddering jams up in the dams
Or the Thames in a hole
I grafted and I've got me cards
And a ganger's fist across me ears
If you value your life, well join by Christ
With fusiliers
If you value life, well don't join by Christ
McAlpine's fusiliers